Cate Blanchett

Cate Blanchett arrived at the Costume Institute Gala in New York all waif like. Her pasty white skin didn’t help things either. Last night, I chanted “Bloody Mary” while looking at a mirror in a pitch black room and I swear to god this thing popped up behind me. I cried like a little girl. Or like a rape victim. Er, hold on a second. *Waves hand like a magician in front of your face* I did not cry. I punched that thing in the throat and stood over its crumpled body like a Spanish conquistador.